The roar of grinding stone grew louder and closer.
Noah tightened his grip on his shadow sword, a grin unconsciously appearing on his face at the prospect of a challenge as the tremors rolled through the floor.
The moss on the walls flickered as dust drifted down like falling snow.
Cecilia's golden eyes burned brighter in the dim light, her hand hovering near her waist as fire began to bloom along her fingers.
"Whatever's coming," she said calmly, "it's not going to stop."
Then, with a sudden thunderous crash, something massive shot through the darkness.
A boulder.
It barreled down the tunnel like a cannonball, the stone grinding so loudly against the walls that it was almost deafening.
The floor shook beneath their feet, cracks forming in the ground as the thing spun faster, closing the distance in seconds.
"Move!" Noah shouted, but Cecilia didn't retreat.
Instead, she raised her hand.
